South China Sea to the south.

There is a small fishing town called Portsmouth, which is a small town with only about 2,000 people who have been fishing for hundreds of years. Because of the excellent geography, it is a natural haven for fish, so the people in the village live very richly, especially after Shujian Mountain came to the world five hundred years ago, the fish are more and more abundant, so the people in the village worship this mountain that came out of thin air, and call it the Fish God Mountain.

In recent months, however, a cloud has hung over the town.

After about five months, they catch fewer and fewer fish and more and more dead.

Originally, they could catch a boatload of fatty and fresh fish in a few days out of the sea, but seven or eight times out of ten times they were empty nets, and even if there were occasional schools of fish, more than half of them were dead fish and rotten shrimp, and the whole town was shrouded in a disgusting fishy smell.

And some people also heard that in the middle of the night, in the depths of the sea, a strange humming sound seemed to be heard.

The sound was like a sea breeze blowing through a horn at a very fast speed, and the sound was sharp and resounding, echoing over the town in the middle of the night, and making people shudder to hear in the middle of the night.

The high priest of the town said that this was the anger of the fish god and the punishment of heaven came to the town, and the people of the town angered the fish god. Because of this, the town also held a sacrificial ceremony, where the most beautiful girl in the town was sacrificed to the sea, and the blood stained the entire fishing port wharf red.

However, the situation has not changed, and has even deteriorated somewhat.

Rumors began to spread, the place became a cursed place, and the town was in a state of panic.

For them, without a stockpile of fish, they lose their source of livelihood, and the young people of the village begin to leave their homes in search of livelihoods elsewhere. There are also people who send fishing boats to Yushen Mountain to investigate the truth, but the five or six groups of people sent out have never returned, until the last group of ten young people went through a lot of hardships and came to Yushen Mountain, but they were never allowed to enter.

Because Yushen Mountain looks very close, only ten miles. However, after you drove ten miles to it, you found that he was still ten miles away.

There seems to be some kind of prohibition that separates this mountain from the sea.

They even saw the wreckage of some fishing boats floating not far away, and there were no people on them.

They stayed in front of Yushen Mountain for a night, and at night, the sea breeze suddenly rose, and the strange humming sound began to sound again. The distance was so close that the young men had a headache, and it seemed that countless monsters of the sea were haunting them, and after a night of hard work, the captain decided to return home.

Although he found nothing, he finally returned safely.

However, it doesn't end there.

After coming back, more than a dozen people either became dull-eyed or hideous-looking, and all of them, without exception, went crazy. None of them remembered what happened that night, they didn't remember what they saw, and they all seemed to be enchanted by the world of an individual.

From the third day onwards, there were constant suicides of crew members.

He drowned himself by pressing his head into the water, or hanging himself from a beam with a rope, or stripped naked and cut off pieces of flesh from his body with a fishknife. Without exception, they died horribly, as if frightened. After the death of ten crew members, the madness seems to be contagious, and fishermen continue to go crazy and then self-mutilate and die.

And in recent days, in addition to the fishy smell, the smell of sulfur has come from the air.

On the night of the 10th day of the 10th month of October, the high priest led the people in a final sacrifice on the fishing port, preparing to take the people out of the place where they had lived for hundreds of years. This night was extremely unusual, when they were worshipping, they found that the Yushen Mountain was constantly changing, large and small, and extremely unstable.

There was a strong wind on the sea, and the waves crashed on the cliffs, splashing droplets on the altar dozens of feet.

Everyone panicked.

The high priest stood on the altar and recited the sacrificial text in his mouth, saying, "Bless the gods of our people, and we will submit ourselves to your feet." Enjoy a feast of joy and dedicate our souls. When the stars are in their place, in the illusion of the Fish God Mountain, we wait for you to wake up. ”

The memorial is recited in Portsmouth, which has been handed down by ancestors hundreds of years ago, and in this environment, it looks very strange.

All the people lined up in a row, came to the altar, cut their palms with their knives, and sprinkled the blood of their people on the altar.

At this moment, a roar roared from the bottom of the sea.

They saw that on the top of Yushen Mountain, volcanic lava continued to spew upwards, reflecting the sky in the middle of the night in a crimson color.

The sea began to boil.

In the sky, ashes and steam were floating in the sky, and they kept pouring towards this direction.

In the distance, a huge wave of nearly 100 zhang surged towards this side, and the volcanic lava in the sky, seemingly endless, quickly filled up the sea surface for dozens of miles. The people of the town were in a panic and fled in all directions. However, the boiling sea water rushed in and directly submerged the entire town, and immediately after, volcanic lava fell, engulfing the town.

The whole continent was shaking violently.

All those who couldn't sleep at night saw the catastrophe at the southernmost tip of the continent.

The tsunami and lava soon submerged the southernmost small countries of the continent and melted immediately, and people abandoned their homes to climb to avoid the catastrophe, but the heat in the air killed almost all living beings, because the tsunami and the volcano killed millions of people that night, and this is not taking into account the impact of the volcanic dust falling on the ground.

However, this is just the beginning.

Just as Shujian Mountain erupted, a colorful mist-like shadow left Shujian Mountain.

"It" has no body and is indescribable, and it seems to have broken through the shackles of Shujian Mountain and escaped from the cage.

It's just a cloud of consciousness.

There is no fear, no good or evil, no love or hate.

But it has great power to do whatever it wants in this world.

The damage caused by tsunamis and volcanoes to the human world is nothing compared to them.

It saw an island, and in a blink of an eye, the whole island sank to the bottom of the sea.

Everywhere I went, there was no one in the dust

Survive. The crowd it watched turned to ashes in an instant, and their spirits and consciousness melted into this ever-changing fog. It became bigger and bigger, from the size of a fishing net before, all the way north, and by the time it reached the southern frontier of the Ming Dynasty, it had occupied a quarter of the sky.

Like a beast out of a cage.

It is the Supreme Heavenly Dao.

An existence that transcends all the rules of heaven and earth in the world, an existence from a higher dimension. Although it has fallen, it is a god-like existence to the human world! As the consciousness of the undead continues to join, it gives birth to a new consciousness in the chaos, and its changing form begins to shrink, becoming more and more like a translucent human form.

It realized that it had devoured all the creatures of heaven and earth, and that its cultivation had not been gained.

And so, it began to destroy.

It drew a line at its feet in the void.

The entire continent quickly collapsed, and the sea gushed out and became two halves. This undoubtedly aroused its curiosity, like a naughty boy who got a paintbrush, constantly kneading this continent, and this continent was in chaos.

Countless people died.

The lake dried up.

Seawater backflow.

Mountains and rivers cracked.

The entire Shenzhou Lu Shen has become a toy for its fun.

And it didn't realize the great destruction it had brought to this world.

Suddenly, it stopped. It began to wake up, and the consciousness of five hundred years ago gradually returned to its mind. It floated in the air, motionless, but its eyes were cast to the north of the continent. It remembered its plans before it fell into self-dormancy, and countless consciousnesses spread around the continent.

It's looking.

Finding materials that can supplement its cultivation is its purpose.

And in the human world, those cultivators who are above the Three Realms are the most precious delicacy for it. As for the people, or all other living beings, it doesn't care about life or death, or whether it's destroyed or not.

It may not know what it feels like to be lucky, but it is.

Five hundred years ago, after being forced to sleep by the cultivator who was killed by the young man with the sword, it never imagined that in this world, after five hundred years of cultivation and recuperation, so many cultivators would be born in this low-dimensional world. Some people hide in the mountains, some people hide in the depths of the swamp, some people hide at the bottom of the sea, without exception, it has found them.

And what really attracts it is a mountain thousands of miles away.

There seemed to be nearly a hundred cultivators in that mountain, and these were enough to be its feast!

In the chaotic consciousness, it remembered that it was in the world, and there should be a physical body, which was placed before it fell asleep, and it wanted to find this substitute, and then use it to complete the mission of self-repair. At this moment, it gave birth to an induction, a ...... Two......

At this time, somewhere on the mainland, it suddenly "saw" a bald swordsman.

With a broken sword in his hand, he was scrambling to find a place to hide.

It felt that the person was familiar, and when it sensed the other's presence, the bald head looked up at the sky.

Immediately afterwards, an idea passed, and after the explosion, the place where the bald head was located turned into a huge pit of more than ten zhang, and the bald swordsman disappeared.

......

Li Chengcheng noticed that Li Jinhua's face was wrong, and when he saw that the southern section of the mainland was red, a dark cloud hung in his heart.

The sweeping monk lowered his eyes and said, "The way of heaven has come." ”

Li Chengcheng raised his head, only to see that in the southern sky, there was a light piercing the sky, dragging a long tail of light, galloping towards this side, a moment ago it was still thousands of miles away, and there were thousands of miles away from here in an instant.

No matter what, he has to protect Li Jinhua.

No one will be allowed to hurt her!

After a few breaths, this light came to the top of Shaomu Mountain, Li Qingcheng glanced at it, his mind buzzed, almost dizzy, but he practiced the Heart Sword, and he had already cultivated a strong resistance, and he quickly calmed down. What is this? Like a person instead of a person, half-void and translucent, without a face, without eyes, but in mid-air, "looking at each other" with Li Chengcheng!

Li Chengcheng drew his sword and stabbed at the ethereal "Heavenly Dao".

The next moment, when he landed, the "Heavenly Dao" disappeared.

That's it?

Li Chengcheng's face was full of doubts, and when he turned around and saw Li Jinhua, he was shocked in his heart.

Li Jinhua slowly floated in mid-air.

Every hair and sweat pore began to exude colorful light, and she was expressionless, slowly opening her eyes, her gaze was like a sharp knife, staring at everyone present.

Everyone in the Dharma Relic array panicked.

Li Jinhua is not beautiful, nor ugly, and even has some good faces, but in their eyes, he is like a demon, and there is a fear in his heart for no reason, even if they have broken through the three realms, they are still proud and ambitious, but now they are like sheep, shrinking on the ground and trembling.

Shaolin abbot Xuanyin, clasped his hands together, knelt on the ground, "I would like to sacrifice to heaven with my flesh and blood." Looking at the heavens with compassion as the embrace, the net is open, and the people of the world are spared. ”

The corners of Li Jinhua's mouth turned upward, revealing a look of disdain, she didn't speak, but looked at Li Chengcheng on the ground. This man was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Li Chengcheng said, "Jin Bottle, what's wrong with you?"

Li Jinhua saw that he had no internal strength to cultivate, and it had no effect on her, her first thought was to destroy it, but for some reason, there was always an indescribable emotion in her heart, she said, "This seat knows you?"

"I'm Li Chengcheng, your husband!"

The word "husband?" has no concept for her, in their world, there is no emotion at all, let alone a spouse, she realized that the owner of this skin bag and the "ugly" man in front of her should be acquainted, and there is some friendship, she decided to open the net and let this person go

。

At this moment, she was hungry in her belly, and the hundred cultivators in front of her were her most beautiful delicacy.

She looked at Abbot Xuanyin, "You did a good job, I'm very satisfied." ”

The other heroes present stopped doing it, and cursed one after another, "Xuanyin, you old bald donkey, it turns out that you colluded with the Heavenly Dao, let us be the substitute ghosts!"

"It is said that Buddhism is compassionate, and I see that your compassion was eaten by dogs. ”

"Brothers, don't care about anything else, let's kill Xuanyin, a bald donkey, first!"

These people were trapped in the formation, and although they were full of cultivation, they couldn't get out of the formation, and they sprinkled all their anger on Xuan Yin.

Xuanyin's face was full of compassion, recited a Buddha name, and closed his eyes.

Hundreds of cultivators outside the Three Realms rushed to Xuanyin, or hit or kick, or bite or tear, in an instant, the abbot of Shaolin Temple Xuanyin became a white bone, and everyone still did not understand the hatred, and used internal force to shatter the white bones, crush the bones and scatter ashes, and still did not understand the hatred in their hearts.

Li Chengcheng was stunned.

The sweeping monk couldn't bear to look at it and turned his head.

After the rage, there was only blood all over the ground, a set of red-dyed robes, and cultivators who fell into madness after the rage.

Li Jinhua slowly fell to the ground, and Heavenly Dao was obviously still adapting to this body. The owner of this skin bag is not the most ideal choice, because the bloodline in her body, the phoenix bloodline, is the bloodline of fire, and the Supreme Heavenly Dao seems to have a preference for "water".

But it doesn't matter.

She walked towards the people in the array.

It was a feast for her alone.

A feast five hundred years late.

It was her solo.

For her, nothing could stop her from absorbing the spiritual power of these people, repairing her fallen cultivation, and thus returning to her own sacred world. Everyone turned pale with fright, and they all made threatening words, "Don't come here!" However, the disparity in strength made this threatening words pale and weak.

"Li Jinhua!" Li Tingcheng shouted, "Don't do this!"

Li Jinhua grinned and tried to laugh, but the smile was very weird, "Something?"

"They're people, they're human beings, you're human too, and you can't deal with them. ”

Li Jinhua said: "I am not human. ”

"No, you are!" Li Tingcheng persuaded him bitterly, "Don't you remember when we took a boat to the west together? Don't you remember that we spent candles in the cave room? Don't you remember me? I'm your big brother Li!"

Li Jinbei frowned, as if she was looking for her previous memories, but with the advent of the Heavenly Dao, she had already forgotten the memories of the world, she said, "People, eat meat when you are hungry, drink water when you are thirsty, I am the same, I am sick, I want to take medicine." ”

"They are people, not medicine. ”

"For me, it's the medicine that I return to the divine world. Li Jinhua came to the courtyard, grabbed one person in the air, and grabbed one person in his hand, the man said angrily, "Lao Tzu fought with you!" After that, he was about to release the law space, it was after he jumped out of the three realms, the first time he released the law space, but in Li Jinhua's hands, all the laws lost their effect.

Your laws are nothing but the laws of heaven and earth.

My law is the way of heaven.

In front of the Heavenly Dao, all laws must be subordinated to the will of the Heavenly Dao.

In just one breath, the person's cultivation was tilted like a note, pouring into Li Jinhua's body, and he quickly withered, and then turned into a white bone, Li Jinhua threw him to the ground, the white bone shattered, a gust of wind blew, and disappeared without a trace.

This is the Supreme Heavenly Dao.

The strength she displayed was almost unmatched.

Li Jinhua was slightly dissatisfied, this cultivator had obviously only jumped out of the Three Realms, and although it had gained her, it was not obvious. As she walked over to the other two, ready to feast on her feast, Li Chengcheng stood in front of him.

The long sword pointed diagonally and aimed at Li Jinhua.

"Golden bottle, you can't do that. ”

"I have to do it. ”

Li Tingcheng was sad in his heart, the most empathetic woman in his heart was like an emotionless demon at the moment, committing heinous crimes, is this still his little golden bottle? No, she must be stopped!

He said slowly, "If you insist on this, step over my corpse." ”

Li Jinhua smiled.

This time the smile finally came to normal, and she asked, "Are you sure?"

Li Chengcheng's eyes were resolute and nodded.

......

Under the huge pit, a bald swordsman crawled out.

It was 1900, and the sword cultivation on Shujian Mountain was prosperous.

The blood stained his chest blue, and Wangcai cursed in his mouth, "His grandmother's almost gave up his life." He glanced to the north, "Lu Xuanji is right, this thing should not exist between heaven and earth at all. Then he added, "Me too." ”

Now, the way of heaven has finally arrived.

As a sword cultivator, Wangcai has lost the meaning of existence.

However, as Lu Xuanji's friend, after walking in the world for so many years, he already has his own consciousness and his own emotions, he doesn't want to end like this, the true meaning of life makes him cherish this world even more. But the advent of the Heavenly Dao has caused this world to suffer miserably, he doesn't know how long the Heavenly Dao will last, but he knows that as long as the Heavenly Dao is in the human world for a day, the world will continue to collapse.

He saw a sea of fire.

It is the damage caused to the world by the Heavenly Dao when it passes through the night sky.

Countless villages were destroyed, cities were shattered, and people were wounded and killed.

This made Wangcai feel a hint of pity.

Without the world, without wine, what is the point of living?

He began to think.

After thinking about it for a long time, he stood up, and he decided to do something.

He glanced at the erupting volcano, found the impetus to exist, he picked up the broken sword, tied it to his pants, and resolutely walked towards the sword mountain.

It would be perfect if there was a pot of fine wine.

Wangcai thought so in his heart.